"Do you know what that was about?" Angela asks Sherlock quizzically, putting a hand on Nathaniel's shoulder.
"I... don't know what that was. I'm sorry, Nathaniel, they were being unkind and I have no idea why. It's not like them."
Shell Bell turns her face towards Sherlock's shoulder, and presses it there, and makes a soft noise.
"Did we just run into each other at a bad time? Nathaniel's easily frightened, I wouldn't be surprised if between the two of you you'd managed to give him nightmares."
"- no, I don't mean that - Angela, I think he might be an alt of Voice."
"Who hides, who wouldn't have gotten away from his father without your help and could've grown up to match like some people do in bad families, who makes me feel like I'm about to start flinging myself onto a bed of coals whenever he talks."
(Hugs, oh, hugs.)
"...I'm not going to ask you to do that, but if that's something my brother-in-law has in him somewhere -"
"If I go look for Voice, what should I do when I find them? If they're a Nathaniel, if they're not...?"
"I don't know. I just - I haven't been thinking about them when I can avoid it."
"...I'm not sure if it's safe to confront a torturer. Alone, at any rate. The control only works on one at a time?"